“I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!”

I remember speaking with an Aboriginal elder in the Northern Territory in Australia years ago telling me how the activity of ants would help him predict the likelihood of rain in the short term. He said this was taught to him by his grand parents.